Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

foolin'

A/n: so I know I keep doing stories where Jared is younger but honestly it'll just be all over the place with his age from now on lol.

A soft old guns and roses song sang through your speakers in your dorm as you studied for your classes.

Your head bobbed along with your pencil, the paper
crinkling under the light pressure of the eraser.

Jared gave you the mix tape. He claimed it helped rejogged memories. The rhythms were thought provoking, but not about the power points and lectures you were told to memorize.

In fact, it reminded you of him. Your boyfriend, Jared.

You were still in the early stages of your relationship, so it was very difficult to be away from each other for a few hours.

You sighed looking up to the ceiling remembering how he was so confident that day in the library when he made it official.

How his look was smug, watching you as you tried to win your debate about some irrelevant topic he mentioned to pull you out of your work for your attention.

How his lips felt against yours silencing you and every background noise. How his expression lit up when you said to agreed to meet him behind the bleachers after curfew.

As the song concluded, you decided the studying could wait for a little while. You got up from your bed, and nudged the lump of covers across from you.

"Is there a fire?" Your roommates voice was groggily.

"No."

"Did someone die?" She peaked out and looked from her blankets.

"No-"

"Then what the fock is so important to wake me up?" Grace sat up and your chuckled knowing she was just playing with you. Her orange hair frizzed out of her pony tale, and her hazel eyes drooped like nothing else.

"I just wanted to tell you I'm going out, and don't stay up for me I have my key." You began to remove your sweat shirt, changing into something a little more cuter but comfortable enough to look like you weren't trying too hard.

Her annoyed glance faded into a knowing smile.

"Ouuu hot date with the fella?" She shrugged off her blanket patting your exposed tummy. Her Australian accent made you giggle as you switched your bra.

"I'm going by his dorm, if he's even there. You know how he's always at the theatre hall with his friends." You slipped on a lacy camisole then beige sweater dress.

"God, I need a boyfriend." She complained hopping out of her bed.

"Aren't you seeing his roommate?"

"Him and 3 other guys in his hall. But their just toys. Ethan might ask for me but tell him I'm sick." She leaned on her night table, grabbing a water to sip.

You laughed. "I'm serious, like I need a legit hunk. Someone who's like buff in the right places, that can handle 'alla dis' " she reflected her self as you put on cozy black tights.

"Oh come on, shape doesn't matter so much. I mean Jared's not that built and buff, G. And he's so sweet" You gush finishing up and she rolls her eyes.

"That's nice but the only thing that can tie me down iz sum money and a nice long-"

"WELL IM LEAVING NOW SEEY-AA." You shout over your shoulder as you grab the rest of your stuff and your phone off the counter.